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mai/aki 🩰🎧 eighteen. she/her/they. delightfully delusional~ ₊˚ෆ

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rockstar!gojo satoru x fem!reader ₊˚ෆ

following their explosive performance, unresolved friction behind the scenes hints at deeper complications within the band.

part one

a week after their explosive performance, the band reconvened at geto‘s apartment— their unofficial practice space. the scent of takeout and faint traces of incense lingered in the air, mixing with the him of a distant baseline. gojo arrived late, as usual, sunglasses perched on his nose even though the sun had long set. he was expecting the usual: geto brewing tea, shoko lounging with a cigarette, and the faint chaos of instruments strewn across the room.

what he wasn’t expecting was you.

you sat cross legged on the couch, scrolling through your phone as if you’d always belonged there. you were out of the stage lights now, dressed casually in leggings and an oversized ba d tee, but the same magnetic energy lingered around you. gojo froze in the doorway, his usual swagger faltering.

“hey, you’re late,” geto called from the kitchen, a smirk tugging at his lips. “not like we were waiting on you or anything.”

“what’s she doing here?” gojo blurted, ignoring the jab. his tone came out sharper than he intended, earning a glance from you.

you raised an eyebrow. “good to see you too, rockstar.”

geto strolled over, mug in hand. “she’s here because she’s got a spot on the team now. figured we make it official.”

gojo whipped off his sunglasses, glaring at his friend. “official? are you serious?”

“why not?” geto shrugged, leaning against the counter. “she killed it last night, didn’t she?”

“yeah, but—“ gojo gestured vaguely, searching for a valid objection. his mind flashed back to the way the crowd erupted, the way your voice filled the venue, the way you’d poured water over yourself mid-performance, and…

"you're blushing," shoko said from her usual spot by the window, a cigarette dangling from her fingers. she didnt even bother looking up.

"i’m not blushing,” gojo snapped, running a hand through his hair. “i’m just… surprised. we don’t even know her.”

“speak for yourself,” geto said. “i’ve known her for years. she’s good people.”

you stood, crossing the room to grab a water bottle from the cluttered counter. “relax, rockstar. i’m not here to mess up your precious band. i’m here to make it better.”

your confidence was infuriating— and distracting. gojo crossed his arms, forcing himself to look unimpressed. “we’ll see about that.”

“oh, you will,” you shot back, smirk mirroring his own.

shoko exhaled a cloud of smoke, cutting through the tension. “if you two are down flirting, maybe we can actually rehearse?”

gojo’s jaw dropped. “flirting? i…i…”

geto laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. “welcome to the team, rookie. looks like you’ve already got satoru on his toes.”

you grinned, raising your water bottle in a mock toast. “here’s to keeping it that way.”

gojo huffed, grabbing his guitar and muttering under his breath. but as the first notes of their set filled the room, he couldn’t help but steal a glace at you.

rehearsal kicked off in the usual chaos, with geto and shoko barely bothering to tune their instruments before launching into a rhythm. you were quick to fall into step, voice slipping into the melody like it had always been part of the band. gojo, however, couldn’t focus. his fingers fumbled over the strings, and his timing was slightly off—a rare occurrence for him.

“yo, satoru, you good?” geto asked after a particularly botched riff.

“i’m fine,” gojo snapped, though his eyes flickered towards you. you was standing by the mic, eyebrows raised, clearly amused.

“doesn’t look fine,” shoko murmured, plucking out a lazy bassline as if she hadn’t noticed the mounting tension.

you leaned into the mic, your tone teasing. “maybe he’s just nervous. y’know, performing with a rookie and all.”

gojo’s grip on his guitar tightened. “nervous? please. i don’t get nervous.”

“could’ve fooled me,” you quipped, smirking.

geto chuckled, cutting in before gojo could retort. “alright, let’s take five. don’t need you two tearing each other apart before our next gig.”

as the others drifted off—shoko to light another cigarette, geto to check his phone—gojo found himself alone with you. fiddling with the mic stand, your casual confidence still grating on him.

“you really think you can just waltz in here and keep up with us?” he asked, stepping closer. his tone was sharper than he intended, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself.

you looked up, meeting his gaze without flinching. “I don’t think. I know.”

your certainty was maddening. gojo ran a hand through his hair, letting out a frustrated laugh. “you’ve got guts, i’ll give you that.”

“thanks, rockstar,” you said, tone dripping with sarcasm. “but maybe save the compliments for after i’ve proven you wrong again.”

“again?”

you shrugged, smirk widening. “last week wasn’t enough proof?”

he opened his mouth to respond, but geto’s voice cut through the tension. “alright, lovebirds, break’s over. let’s get back to it.”

heat rose to gino’s cheeks as he turned away, pretending to check his guitar. but as they launched into the next set, he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was already in his head—and wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon.

ryomen sukuna x fem!reader

sukuna’s queen should never cry. so when he finds her in tears, he’s ready to unleash his wrath— only to be met with a situation he never expected.

sukuna never believed there was a force in this world that could bring him to his knees— until he saw you crying.

the faint sound of muffled sniffles greeted him as he stepped into your shared chambers. his crimson eyes narrowed, searching for the source. then he saw you, perched on the edge of the bed, your face buried in your hands, shoulders trembling with each shaky breath.

his chest tightened, a feeling he didn’t recognize—or perhaps refused to admit—clawing at his heart. who dared to hurt her? his jaw clenched, and his cursed energy began to crackle in the air.

“who did this to you?” sukuna’s voice thundered through the room, sharp and biting, his rage barely contained. “tell me, and I’ll flay them alive. I’ll make them beg for—”

“it’s not a person!” you interrupted, looking up at him with teary eyes.

his fury faltered for a moment as confusion replaced it. he stalked closer, crouching before you so he could see your face. his large hands cupped your cheeks, rough thumbs brushing away stray tears. “then what is it?” he growled.

your lip quivered as you tried to form the words. “i… i dropped my favorite dessert.”

sukuna blinked. once. twice. his expression was blank, but his crimson eyes burned with disbelief.

“you’re crying… over that?”

“yes!” you wailed, fresh tears spilling over. “it was the last one, and i was saving it for today! and now it’s gone!”

the room was silent for a beat. sukuna’s hands dropped from your face as he straightened, his cursed energy dissipating into the air. he crossed his arms, his lips pressing into a tight line as his eyes bore into you. “you mean to tell me i nearly destroyed this entire palace… over a shit of sugar?”

you sniffed, your watery gaze meeting his. “it was a really good shit of sugar..”

for a moment, sukuna said nothing, his temple visibly throbbing as he tried to process the situation. then he let out a harsh, frustrated groan, dragging a hand down his face. “you’re insufferable,” he muttered.

despite his irritation, he reached out and pulled you into his lap, cradling you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. “stop crying,” he ordered, voice gruff but quieter now. “queens never shed tears over something pathetic.”

you let out a soft laugh, burying your face in his chest. “you’re so cute when you’re mad.”

sukuna froze, his scowl deepening. “excuse me?”

“ you heard me,” you teased, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. your fingers lightly traced the sharp lines of his jaw, and despite himself, sukuna leaned into your touch.

“you’re lucky i adore you,” he muttered under his breath, his arms tightening around you protectively. “otherwise, i’d throw you out for being this ridiculous.”

but as much as he grumbled, you knew he wasn’t truly angry. later that evening, when he thought you weren’t paying attention, sukuna disappeared for a short while. he returned with a boxes containing even larger, more decadent version of your lost dessert.

he didn’t say a word as he set them all down before you, his expression carefully neutral. but the slight twitch of his lips betrayed him when you squealed with delight and launched yourself into his arms.

GOJO

he’s ecstatic. yk his ego is already the size of the moon, so find out you have a plushie of him is like giving him more fuel.

you’re trying to hide it, but gojo spots the plushie sticking out of your bed. “wait… is that me?!” he snatches it before you can protest, holding it up like a trophy. “you couldn’t resist my charm, huh?” he teases, smirking.

he even starts imitating the plushie’s pose and voice. “hi, i’m gojo satoru, the strongest, cutest, plushiest sorcerer alive!”

he probably steals it at some point, takes it on missions, and sends you photos of it “on adventures.”

GETO

he’s amused, but there’s a soft warmth in his expression. he won’t make a big deal about it, but deep down, he’s touched.

geto finds it while you’re not around, sitting neatly on your desk. when you walk in, he’s holding it up, on eyebrow raised. “care to explain this?” he asked, though his tone is more playful than accusing.

when you stammer through your explanation, he chuckles and sets it back gently. “cute,” he says, ruffling your hair.

later, you catch him staring at it with a small smile when he thinks you’re not looking.

TOJI

he’s horrified at first but quickly shifts to his usual cocky demeanor.

you’re cuddling the plushie when toji walks in, and he stops dead in his tracks. “what the hell is that?” he asks, pointing at it like it’s cursed.

when you tell him it’s a plushie of him, he snatches it out of your hands, looking at it like it’s going to bite him. “this doesn’t even look like me,” he grumbles, though he can’t hide the smirk tugging at his lips.

later, he’ll tease you relentlessly. “didn’t know you needed something to cuddle when i’m not around,” he says, leaning in close.

NANAMI

embarrassed but flattered. he doesn’t know how to hand,e this kind of attention.

nanami notices the plushie on your bookshelf while you’re cleaning. he picks it up carefully, his brow furrowing. “is this supposed to be me?” he asks, his tone measured.

when you sheepishly admit it, he adjusts his tie and looks away, clearly flustered. “i… appreciate the sentiment, but dont you think this is a bit much?”

despite his wordsmith you catch him glancing at it occasionally, and once, you swear you saw him straighten it’s tie.

CHOSO

he’s confused at first, but once he understands, he’s shyly pleased

you’re rearranging your bed, and choso spots the plushie tucked into the blankets. “what’s this?” he asks, picking it up gingerly.

when you tell him it’s him, his face softens, a hint of pink dusting his cheeks. “you.. wanted something to remind you of me?” he murmurs, looking at it like it’s the most precious thing in the world.

later, he’ll ask if you want him to hold it for you when you’re not feeling well, even though he’s still embarrassed by the whole thing.

SUKUNA

equal parts insulted and intrigued. he’ll act like it’s beneath him, but he secretly loves it.

sukuna finds the plushie sitting on your desk and snatches it up, scowling. “what the hell is this ridiculous thing?” he growls, shaking it slightly.

when you explain it’s him, his smirk grows sharp. “so, you worship me even when i’m not around, huh?” he teased.

IN WHICH… eren’s been obsessed with the idea of you carrying his baby. tonight, he shows you exactly how much.

cw. pregnancy kink/breeding kink, body worship, lactation mentions (milk kink), dom/sub dynamics (mild).

you were perched on the edge of the bed, legs slightly parted, wearing nothing but one of eren’s old shirts. it hung loosely off your shoulders, but he was already eyeing the way the fabric clung to your body. his gaze burned hot, lingering on your stomach, your chest.

eren’s tongue flicked over his bottom lip.

“you know what i’ve been thinking about all day?” his voice was low, husky.

you tilted your head, teasing. “what?”

his hands came to rest on your thighs, squeezing gently before sliding up. “you,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss your neck. “and how good you’re gonna look carrying my baby.”

your breath hitched, heat pooling low in your stomach.

he tugged the shirt over your head, leaving you bare. his lips moved to your collarbone, then lower. his fingers danced over your belly, brushing softly as though he were already imagining it swollen and round.

“eren…”

he groaned, pressing his forehead to your stomach. “you’d be so beautiful. all round, soft… full of me.”

his hands cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples. you gasped at the sensation, your back arching as he took one into his mouth— sucking, teasing with his tongue.

“bet you’d love it,” he whispered between kisses. “letting me fill you up… knowing you’re mine.”

you whimpered.

eren’s teeth grazed your nipple, making you shiver. he looked up, green eyed dark with desire.

“can’t wait for these to get bigger,” he murmured, squeezing gently. “you’ll be leaking, won’t you? milk just for me…”

your thighs clenched. “you’re insane,” you gasped, but your voice was shaky with want.

his lips curled into a wicked smirk. “you’d be so love it.

he was right.

eren’s lips found yours with a searing kiss, and you melted into him. his body hovered over yours, and you could feel his breath hot against your skin, his body pressing against yours.

“‘ren, please,” you whispered, desperate for more. you didn’t even know if you were begging for his touch or the idea of him filling you up with his seed.

you couldn’t hold back any longer. your hands tugged at his shirt, pulling him down onto you as you kissed him hungrily. his body responded immediately, the bulge in his boxers pressing against your thigh. he growled, his hands sliding down to your hips to guide your body towards his.

you were desperate for him, needing to feel him inside you. he teased you for a moment, dragging his fingers along your entrance, making you you squirm beneath him. but when he finally thrust in, all teasing was gone. he was rough, fast, determined.

every thrust sent shocks of pleasure through your body. you were clinging to him, your hands running through his hair, pulling him closer. eren was muttering filthy words in your ear, his hands roaming, groping, worshiping every inch of your body.

“gonna get you pregnant, he growled. “make you move completely.”

your body trembled as you neared your climax, eren’s relentless thrusts pushing you over the edge. you screamed his name, the orgasm hitting you like a wave, an he followed right after, his hips jerking against yours as he spilled inside you.

he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily, both of you covered in sweat. but he didn’t pull out.

instead, he stayed inside you, chest heaving as he caught his breath. his hands traced gentle patterns on your thighs, his lips pressing soft kisses to your shoulder.

”eren” you murmured, running your fingers through his hair.

“i’m not done,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. “i don’t want to leave you”

he began to move again, slowly this time. each thrust was deep, deliberate— a silent promise that he wasn’t going anywhere.

“i want to keep you full,” he murmured, lips brushing yours. “want you to feel me inside you.”

you moaned softly, wrapping you legs around his waist to pull him closer. his hands cupped your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks as he kissed you tenderly.

“i love you,” he whispered. “and i want everything with you. the family, the life… everything.”

your heart swelled at his words, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. “i love you too,” you whispered back.

eren’s movements remained slow, gentle. he stayed deep inside you, holding you close as if he never wanted to let go.

when he finally stilled, he buried his face in your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

after a moment you teased him softly. “so… sucking out my milk, huh?”

eren froze. he pulled back slightly, his face turning a shade of pink. he avoided your gaze, looking flustered as his fingers brushed through his hair.

“y-you know i didn’t mean it like that,” he stammered.

you chuckled softly running your fingers through his hair. “oh, i know.” you smirked. “but you definitely seemed excited about the idea.”

eren groaned, burying his face into your chest. you laughed softly, hold8ng him closer, the warmth of his body still pressing against you. he was embarrassed, but you could tell how much he adored you— how much he wanted to have a family with you. his hands caressed your boy softly, soothing the slight tension from his earlier embarrassment.

and in that moment, you knew. you were his. completely.

What about blade who has never had his nipples played with before and when the reader does it he get overstimulated very fast, the rest you can come up with your self.

forgot to post this lmaoooo

IN WHICH... blade discovers that even the smallest touch can leave him completely undone. based on this request.

cw. nipple play, overstimulation, power play (subtle), praise kink, body worship, edging, sub!blade, soft dom!reader.

the room was quiet, save for the rhythmic sound of your fingers tracing over blade’s bare chest. the low hum of the air around you seemed to intensify every brush of your fingertips, each touch sending shivers down his spine. for someone who carried himself with stoicism, it was a rare sight to see him like this—vulnerable, tense, unsure.

he was shirtless, sitting on the edge of the bed, his dark hair falling messily over his eyes. he tried to keep his breathing steady, but it faltered when your hand hovered just a little too long over his chest. his gaze flicked to yours, sharp and questioning, though his usual guarded demeanor had started to crumble.

“you’re tense,” you murmured softly, running your palms across his shoulders, thumbs pressing into his skin in slow, deliberate circles. blade closed his eyes for a moment, allowing himself to sink into the sensation.

but when your hands traveled lower, thumbs brushing against his nipples for the first time, he jolted.

“Ah—!” his eyes shot open, wide with surprise. a soft gasp escaped his lips before he quickly but it back, teeth sinking into his lower lip in an attempt to regain control. his reaction was instant— unexpected. his body tensed beneath your touch, but his chest heaved with shallow breaths.

you paused, looking up at him with a teasing smile. “bladie,” you said slowly, voice laced with amusement. “what was that?”

he scowled, turning his head slightly to avoid your gaze. “nothing. keep going.”

but you weren’t about to let it slide. the curiosity in your expression only grew. gently, you dragged your fingers over his nipples again, pressing donn lightly, rubbing in soft, slow circles.

his reaction was even more intense this time. blade’s body jerked, a low, strangled sound escaping his throat before he clamped his hand over his mouth. his shoulders trembled slightly as if he was holding himself back from fully surrendering to the sensation.

“you’ve never had someone do this before, have you?”

blade shot his head slightly, his hand still covering his mouth, his dark eyes peering at you from besenstiel messy strands of hair.

“no” he finally admitted, voice muffled behind his hand.

your smile grew, lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “then let me show you how good it can feel.”

with deliberate slowness, you trailed kisses down his neck, your hands never straying far rom his chest. yr thumbs flicked over his nipples again, this time firmer, with more intent. blade’s composure was slipping by the second. his breathing grew erratic, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through his body. his legs trembled slightly, and his back arched involuntarily, as if his body was chasing more.

“you’re sensitive here,” your murmured against his skin, teasing him further. “i wonder how much you can take..”

“t-too much,” he choked out, finally letting his hand fall from his mouth. his voice was strained, his pupils blown wide with desire.

but you didn’t stop. instead, you leaned in closer, your lips brushing over one of his nipples before you gave it a gentle lick. his entire body shuddered violently, and a broken moan escaped him.

“fuck…” blade gasped, his head falling back, exposing the vulnerable line of his throat. his hands gripped the bedsheets beneath him, knuckles turning white.

“feels good?”

“yes,” his voice shaky and desperate, “too good”

“do you want me to stop?”

“no,” he rasped, shaking his head quickly. “don’t stop.”

you smiled, pressing another kiss to his chest.

“good.”

you switched to the other side, your lips closing around his other nipple, sucking gently. balde’s hips bucked up off the bed, a helpless whimper tumbling from his lips. his hand flew to your shoulders, not to push you away, but to ground himself— to keep himself from spiraling too fast.

his reaction was intoxicating. every sound he made, every tremble of his body only made you want to push him further.

"i'm... i'm gonna..." blade couldn't even finish the sentence. he was teetering on the edge already, completely undone by sensations he'd never experienced before. his chest rose and fell rapidly, his breath hitching with every flick of your tongue, every gentle nip of your teeth.

you pulled back for a moment, just to watch him. his cheeks were flushed, his lips parted, his dark eyes glassy with need.

"you look beautiful like this," you said softly, running your fingers through his hair. "completely wrecked."

he groaned, burying his face in your neck, his arms wrapped around you tightly. "don't say that," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

"why not? it's true."

"because..." his breath was warm against your skin, his voice trembling with unspoken vulnerability. "because i cant handle it."

you pressed a kiss to his temple, holding him close. "then let me take care of you, bladie~"

he sighed, finally surrendering completely. "okay," he whispered. "okay."

After Nanami left for his mission in Shibuya you waited for him it’s the day after the mission and he still hasn’t come back you wake up and sit at the dining table and their ticket for you and Nanami a flight to Kuantan, Malaysia...

lighter lorenz x afab!reader ִ ࣪𖤐

in which your boyfriend, lighter, finally does something about your smoking habits. cw. suggestive content (intense makeout), smoking.

an. why is there only a small amount of zzz fics :( THIS BROTHER IS STARVING 😫😭

the sons of calydon had rolled back into new eridu after another mission, tired but buzzing with the kind of energy that only came from surviving something chaotic together. the group naturally ended up at burnice’s bar—it was tradition at this point.

lighter and you had slipped outside after a while, finding some peace on the old couch in front of the bar. the neon sign above cast a faint glow over both of you, the quiet hum of the music in the background set the perfect mood.

you leaned back, your legs tucked under you as you lit a cigarette. the first drag was always the best, and you sighed contentedly as you blew out the smoke.

lighter watched you from where he sat, legs spread wide, one arm slung lazily over the back of the couch. his sharp eyes tracked your every move, but he didn’t say anything—yet.

“you’re staring,” you teased, turning your head to look at him, a smirk playing on your lips.

“you’re smoking,” he shot back, his tone flat but his expression unreadable.

you rolled your eyes. “i thought we were past this.”

“i’m never gonna be past it,” he said, leaning forward slightly. “you know i hate that crap.”

“yeah, yeah,” you muttered, taking another puff. “don’t like the smell, don’t like the taste, blah blah blah. you sound like a broken record lighter”

before you could take another drag, his hand shot out, snatching the cigarette from your fingers. without hesitation, he flicked it to the ground, grinding it out under his boot.

“hey!” you snapped, glaring at him. “what the hell man?!”

his response was to pull a lollipop from his pocket, unwrapping it with deliberate slowness. “you want something in your mouth? here.” his tone was teasing, but his eyes burned with intensity as he leaned forward and pressed the lollipop against your lips.

you hesitated for a moment, then parted your lips, taking in the candy in. the citrusy sweetness coated your tongue, and a playful idea sparked in your mind. your lips wrapped around the lollipop and you licked it slowly, swirling your tongue around the surface with exaggerated care.

lighter’s gaze darkened, his jaw tightening as he watched you. “you’re unbelievable,” he muttered, his voice low and rough.

“am i?” you teased, your voice muffled slightly by the lollipop. you pulled it out your mouth, your tongue flicking over the candy one last time, before sliding it back between your lips.

that was it.

lighter surged forward, his lips crashing against your with desperation that made your head spin. his hands cupped your face, tilting it up to deepen in the kiss, as though he couldn’t get enough of you. the lollipop clattered to the ground, forgotten, as your hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer.

you responded in kind, threading your fingers into his hair and tugging, eliciting a low growl from him that sent a jolt of heat through your body. the kiss deepened, messy and desperate, your mouths moving together as though trying to claim dominance, your teeth occasionally clashing in the heat of the moment.

your back arched as he leaned forward, forcing you to shift until you were straddling him completely. his hands traveled down, squeezing your hips possessively as he pulled you against him, the friction igniting something primal.

when you broke away for air, gasping, his lips didn’t stop. he trailed them down your jaw, nipping and sucking, before returning to capture your mouth once more. it was sloppy, wet, and unrelenting, each kiss more fervent than the last, leaving you dazed and trembling.

as you tilted you head back for a moment, catching your breath, he smirked again your skin and murmured, “funny how your other lips are sweeter..”

“shut up,” you mumbled, though your lips twitched into a small grin.

your hands wandered under his shirt, fingertips skimming over three hard lines of his torso. he groaned into your mouth, his own grip tightening as though he couldn’t stand the thought of any space between you.

“lighter,” you managed to pant, but it came out more like whimper, your voice swallowed by another searing kiss.

you tried to pull back for air, but he wasn’t having it. his hand slid up to cradle the back of your head, tilting it just right as his tongue swept over you’re, claiming you all over again. the sensation was overwhelming. every nerve ending seemed to spark under his touch, and the intensity left you dizzy.

before you knew it, your back hit the sofa arm. he pinned you there, one hand braced against the sofa arm, the other still holding you close, his lips never leaving yours.

when he finally broke away, you were both panting, foreheads pressed together as you struggled to catch your breath. his eyes were dark, almost feral, and his lips were swollen and glistening- a mirror of your own.

“you,” he murmured, his voice low and hoarse, “are going to be the death of me”

your response was a soft laugh, though it came out shaky, hands snaking down to his pants. “and you’d like that”

before things could go any further, a sharp voice broke through the haze. “if i have to watch you two slobber all over each other for one more second, i’m gonna throw up. either get a room or cool it!”

you turned to see lucy standing with her arms crossed, her expression halfway through between exasperation and pissed.

lighter pulled back slightly, a crooked grin spreading across his face. “didn’t know we had an audience.”

you rolled your eyes, still breathless. “mood killer”

lucy tsked, “you’ll survive”

with a reluctant sigh, you slid away from lighter your heart still racing. as lucy walked off, muttering about pda and shame, lighter turned to you, his expression softening.

“you know,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face, “you don’t need the cigarette, you’ve got other ways to unwind, better ways”

you hesitated glancing at the crushed remains of your cigarette on the ground. “I don’t know. it’s not that easy.”

“nothing worth it ever is,” he replied gently. “but i’ll help you, i’ve been in the same boat yknow”

a small smile tugged at your lips. “maybe. one step at a time.”

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a mini introduction !

Mai

🩰 is my signature. I'm 18 years old and my sign is a Leo and I'm bisexual and my pronouns are she/her. (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) I enjoy writing fluff! So far I would hope one day to write smut the way I can imagine it. Nanami’s pretty princess & Toji’s pink worm. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Aki

🎧 is my signature! she/they, 8teen, intj, leo, omni, genderfluid. smut is my sweet spot, but I also love diving into whatever I’m hyper-fixated on at the moment. I write for both afab and amab readers and love dom!reader content. lowercase is my aesthetic— it’s intentional, not a typo!!

A/N: Hello Everyone This will be our first post which is an image! This is my first time be nice to me, please and let me know if you want a part 2?.. ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა 🌸

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Imagine you and Namami in the car together after just getting married and you both heading to the the airport to fly out for your honeymoon. The both of you have a big smile on your faces and he's blushing so hard as he drives you both to the destination that you can't help but look over at him wondering if he feels the same way you feel which is nervous and happy "Namami...I'm so happy we finally got married you know? I'm so happy to spend the rest of my life with you"

Namami nodded as he pulled the car over and parked "Yes I feel the same with you, my dear. I am very excited to go on this journey of life and marriage with you" Namami got out of the car walked onto your side opened the door for you and began to walk to the back of the car pop the car hood open and grabbing bags from it as Namami begins to help you as he hums your favorite song and you begin to pull yours and Namami suitcase onto the curve waiting for him. It cuts to you both walking inside and beginning to head to check in when we are done. An hour went by and we started to board the plane of course, we had first class and we were next to each other. As we both got on the plane Namami helped me put my bags up and even got the chair comfortable for me. I sat down and looked out the window.

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As Nanami is driving you look over to the window and notice a house up in the distance you realize that's the place you will be staying in for a month or two and you turn to look at him and point at the window asking Namami "Is this where we are staying for our honeymoon?"

Namami turned to look at your windows "Yes my dear. We will be staying here for a while so I do hope you enjoy it" and you nodded your head "Oh yes! I'm very excited to spend more time with you now. Now we can have a break from the world, have our time, and maybe start a family." You turn to look at him and you both make eye contact causing you to grow flustered and Namami nods at you, agreeing to start a family "It's time I give you a baby huh?" He begins to pull into the driveway and park the car.

He began to get out of the car, walking to your side. He opened the door for you, picked you up, and carried you to the door before opening it and placing you on your feet. "I'm going to go get our bags. In the meantime, you can explore, my dear." You nodded your head.

You begin to walk around the house looking around the place you will be staying for a few months and you walk into the bedroom checking it out and even touching the bed and you turn your head when you hear footsteps......

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